The Boys' First Mural

I learned an important yesterday: Do not leave crayons out and go upstairs. It's my usual routine. About 9:00 every morning I leave the boys down here with Sesame Street and toys and go upstairs to get ready and get a few things done. Blaine has been really into crayons and coloring lately, so they had been laying on their little table (which Pierce had already colored on). I was upstairs for a bit and had no idea anything mischievous was going on down here. I heard Blaine saying "here ya go, mommy" from the gate and came down to find him offering me a quarter. It was so sweet and cute and then I walked into the living room. I was shocked and somewhat amused, but really not mad. I would say mostly incredulous really. They had used every single color and done quite a number. I knew I should be stern about it, but after telling them that they shouldn't color on the walls I had them stand by it and take their picture saying cheese. I couldn't help it! I figured it was Pierce, but I really can't be certain that Blaine had no involvement. He'll tell you buh did it, but when I ask him if he did too he says yeah. But he says yeah to everything really. They were a hit on Facebook and I got some good advice for getting crayon off. Luckily this morning I went at it with a wet sponge and a lot of elbow grease and it came off. We knew eggshell paint would come in handy. A soapy sponge also worked for the little bit of crayon they got on my white chair too. I don't know why they love that corner behind the chair so much, but it's like the naughty, rebellious corner. Maybe b/c that's where time out is too? In any case, I consider it somewhat of an official initiation into toddlerhood. Welcome!